Judgment proceeds; hell trembles; heaven re

joices; [voices. Lift up your heads, ye saints, with cheerful 3 "Not for the want of goats or bullocks slain, "Do I condemn thee; balls and goats are vain. "Without the flames of love: in vain the store "Of brutal offerings that were mine before :" Earth is the Lord's; all nature shall adore bim: While sinners tremble,saints rejoice beforehim. 9 "If I were hungry, would I ask thee food?

"When did I thirst, or drinkthybullocksblood? "Mine are the tamer beasts and savage breed, "Flocks, herds, and fields, and forests where they feed;"

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All is the Lord's; he rules the wide creation;
Gives sinnersvengeance, and the saints salvation.
10 "Can I be flatter'd with thy cringing bows,
"Thy solemn chatterings and fantastic vows?
"Are my eyes charm'd thyvestmentstobehold,
Glaring in gems, and gay in woven gold?""
God is the judge of heart: no fair disguises
Can screen the guilty when his vengeance rises.
PAUSE THE SECOND.
11 "Unthinking wretch! how could'st thou hope
to please

"A God, a spirit, with such toys as these?
"While with my grace and statutes on thy

tongue, [wrong." "Thou lov'st deceit, and dost thy brother Judgmentproceeds;helltrembles;heavenrejoices; Lift up your heads, ye saints, with cheerfulvoices! 12" In vain to pious forms thy zeal pretends, "Thieves & adulterers are thy chosen friends; "While the false flatterer at my altar waits, "His harden'd soul divine instruction hates. God is the judge of hearts: No fair disguises Can screen the guilty when his vengeance rises. 13" Silent I waited with long-suffering love; "But didst thou hope that I should ne'er reprove? [in, "And cherish such an impious thought with "That the All-Holy would indulge thy sin? See, God appears! all nature joins t'adore him; Judgment proceeds, and sinners fall before him. 14" Behold my terrors now; my thunders roll, "And thy own crimes affright thy guilty soul; "Now like a lion shall my vengeance tear "Thy bleeding heart, and no deliverer near." Judgment concludes; hell trembles; heaven rejoices; [voices. Lift up your heads, ye saints, with cheerful

EPIPHONEMA.

Sinners, awake betimes; ye fools, be wise; Awake before this dreadful morning rise: Change your vain thoughts, your crooked [friend:

works amend,

Fly to the Saviour, make the judge your Then join the saints, wake every cheerful passion, WhenChrist returns, he comes foryour salvation.

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PSALM LI. First Part. (L. M.)

A Penitent pleading for Pardon.
SHEW pity, Lord, O Lord forgive,
Let a repenting rebel live:

Are not thy mercies large and free? May not a sinner trust in thee? 2 My crimes are great, but not surpass The power and glory of thy grace; Great God, thy nature hath no bound, So let thy pardoning love be found. 3 O wash my soul from every sin, And make my guilty conscience clean; Here on my heart the burden lies, And past offences pain my eyes. 4 y lips with shame my sins confess Against thy law, against thy grace: Lord, should thy judgment grow severe, I am condemn'd, but thou art clear. 5 Should sudden vengeance seize my breath, I must pronounce thee just in death; And if my soul were sent to hell, Thy righteous law approves it well. 6 Yet save a trembling sinner, Lord,

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Whose hope, still hovering round thy word,
Would light on some sweet promise there,
Some sure support against despair.

PSALM LI. Second Part. (L. M.)
Original and actual Sin confess'd.

Lo

ORD, I am vile, conceiv'd in sin;
And born unholy and unclean;
Sprung from the man whose guilty fall
Corrupts the race, and taints us all.
2 Soon as we draw our infant-breath,
The seeds of sin grow up for death;
Thy law demands a perfect heart,
But we're defil'd in every part.

3 [Great God, create my heart a-new,
And form my spirit pure and true:
O make me wise betimes to spy
My danger and my remedy.]
4 Behold I fall before thy face;
My only refuge is thy grace:

No outward forms can make me clean;
The leprosy lies deep within.

5 No bleeding bird, nor bleeding beast,
Nor hyssop-branch, nor sprinkling priest,
Nor running brook, nor flood, nor sea,
Can wash the dismal stain away.

Jesus, my God, thy blood alone
Hath power sufficient to atone;

Thy blood can make me white as snow;
No Jewish types could cleanse me so.
7 While guilt disturbs and breaks my peace,
Nor flesh nor soul hath rest or ease;
Lord, let me hear thy pardoning voice,
And make my broken bones rejoice.

PSALM LI. Third Part. (L. M.) The Backslider restored; or, Repentance and Faith in the Blood of Christ.

1 THOU, that hear'st when sinners cry,
Tho' all my crimes before thee lie,
Behold them not with angry look,
But blot their memory from thy book.
2 Create my nature pure within,
And form my soul averse to sin:
Let thy good Spirit ne'er depart,
Nor hide thy presence from my heart.
3 I cannot live without thy light,
Cast out and banish'd from thy sight:
Thine holy joys, my God, restore,
And guard me that I fall no more.
4 Tho' I have griev'd thy Spirit, Lord,
His help and comfort still afford:
And let a wretch come near thy throne,
To plead the merits of thy Son.

5 A broken heart, my God, my King,
Is all the sacrifice I brin;

The God of grace will ne'er despise
A broken heart for sacrifice.

6 My soul lies humbled in the dust,
And owns thy dreadful sentence just;
Look down, O Lord, with pitying eye,
And save the soul condemn'd to die.

7 Then will I teach the world thy ways; Sinners shall learn thy sovereign grace; I'll lead them to my Saviour's blood, And they shall praise a pardoning God. 8 O may thy love inspire my tongue! Salvation shall be all my song;

And all my powers shall join to bless
The Lord, my strength and righteousness.

PSALM LI. 3-13. First Part. (C. M.) Original & actual Sin confessed & pardoned. 1 Lo ORD, I will spread my sore distress And guilt before thine eyes;

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Against thy laws, against thy grace
How high my crimes arise!

2 Should'st thou condemn my soul to hell,
And crush my flesh to dust,

Heaven would approve thy vengeance well, And earth must own it just.

3 I from the stock of Adami came, Unholy and unclean;

All my original is shame,

And all my nature sin.

4 Born in a world of guilt, I drew
Contagion with my breath;

And as my days advanc'd, I grew
A juster prey for death.

5 Cleanse me, O Lord, and cheer my soul
With thy forgiving love;

O make my broken spirit whole,
And bid my pains remove.

6 Let not thy Spirit quite depart,
Nor drive me from thy face;
Create anew my vicious heart,
And fill it with thy grace.
Then will I make thy mercy known
Before the sons of men;

Backsliders shall address thy throne,
And turn to God again.

PSALM LI. 14-17. Second Part. (C. M.)
Repentance and Faith in the Blood of Christ.

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10 GOD of mercy! hear my call,

My loads of guilt remove;

Break down this separating wall
That bars me from thy love.
2 Give me the presence of thy grace
Then my rejoicing tongue

Shall speak aloud thy righteousness,
And make thy praise my song.

3 No blood of goats, nor heifer slain,
For sin could e'er atone;

The death of Christ shall still remain
Sufficient and alone.

4 A soul opprest with sin's desert
My God will ne'er despise;
A humble groan, a broken heart
Is our best sacrifice.

PSALM LIII. 4-6. (C. M.)

Victory and Deliverance from Persecution.

1 ARE all the foes of Sion fools,

Who thus devour her saints?

Do they not know her Saviour rules,
And pities her complaints?

2 They shall be seiz'd with sad surprise;
For God's revenging arm
Scatters the bones of them that rise
To do his children harm.

3 In vain the sons of Satan boast
Of armies in array;

When God has first despis'd their host,
They fall an easy prey.

4 O for a word from Sion's King

Her captives to restore!

Jacob with all his tribes shall sing,

And Judah weep no more.

PSALM LV. 1-8, 16, 22. (C. M.)

Support for the afflicted and tempted Soul.

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GOD, my refuge, hear my cries,
Behold my flowing tears,

For earth and hell my hurt devise,
And triumph in my fears.

2 Their rage is levell'd at my life,

My soul with guiit they load,

And fill my thoughts with inward strife,
To shake my hope in God.

3 With inward pain my heart-strings sound,
I groan with every breath;
Horror and fear beset me round
Amongst the shades of death.

4 O were I like a feather'd dove,
And innocence had wings;
I'd fly, and make a long remove
From all these restless things.